Hi everyone! Sorry I deleted my Whouffle fanfic but I just wanted to start it again because I was really stuck on what to do next. I think that this version will be a lot better. It must be annoying that I keep deleting my Whouffle fanfics and I am really sorry about that. Please review, it really helps :) We're only a couple of days away from Doctor Who series 8 now by the way, can't wait!

Chapter 1

"Doctor, the Tardis has reshuffled again! I can't find the bathroom!" The Doctor heard Clara exclaim from somewhere in the Tardis. This was getting out of hand; he had to do something about it. This was the third time the Tardis had reshuffled when Clara went to the bathroom or her bedroom.

"Hang on, I'm coming. Honestly, why can't you two just get along for once?" he said, as he found Clara standing next to where the bathroom usually was.

"It's not my fault! She's the one who's reshuffling the place like crazy all the time!" Clara said defensively.

The Doctor shook his head and opened the door. Immediately, a whiff of chlorine escaped the room and it was evident what was inside. He poked his head in and saw what he was expecting; the swimming pool.

"Okay, so if that's the swimming pool then… The bathroom should be somewhere…" The Doctor kept muttering to himself as he led Clara through many corridors which all looked identical to her.

After a while, they came to a halt in front of a random door. Clara stood in silent anticipation while the Doctor just stared at the door, making sure he'd gone the right way. After a while, Clara got impatient. "Is this it? I really can't hold it much longer."

The Doctor snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled. "Sorry, yes I think it is, let me just check."

He opened the door and to his, and even more Clara's relief, he saw the bathroom. Clara ran past him and shut the door, shouting "Thank you!"

The Doctor smiled and leant against the wall. "It's my pleasure, Clara Oswald!"

He waited for Clara for a few minutes, because he didn't want her getting lost finding her way back to the console room, so when she came out again, he held out his arm to her. "Now that all that's over," he said. "We can get back to our travels. We've landed somewhere amazing. You'll love it."

Clara took his hand and smiled. "I can't wait."

The Doctor and Clara walked back the way they came but he found that it took slightly longer than before. In fact, they hadn't reached the console room after five minutes and Clara started to tug on his sleeve. "Doctor, where are we?" she asked, an inch of worry in her voice.

"Um, well, we may be slightly lost. But don't panic, we'll find our way out. I'm sure we came this way." The Doctor scratched his head and looked around in a circle. He opened the nearest door, coincidently finding Clara's bedroom. "Ah! A friendly room! Do you mind if we stay in here for a bit? It's better than cluelessly wandering the corridors."

"Sure, but what do you mean by cluelessly? Do you not have any idea where we are? I mean, we can't be that far away."

"Yeah, maybe not, but I can't be sure. The Tardis must have reshuffled again, so it's better to stay in one place," he explained after sitting down on Clara's bed.

"Okay, so that's it? We just stay in here? For how long?" Clara asked.

"I don't know, Clara. This doesn't make sense, maybe there's something wrong with the Tardis. Maybe she doesn't hate you as much as we think. I just need time to figure this out." He stood up and started pacing the room, while Clara took his place on the bed.

"Alright then, I'll wait." she said.

The Doctor kept pacing in silence while Clara lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, both in deep thought. This silence continued for a long time in which neither of them realised that they were mainly just thinking about each other.